a horse rolls its eyes in me
nervous whites reflecting windows
held ajar by splintered blocks eyelash
trembling tempting my hunger
glissando wails from a mouth sour
with cigarette stress
there you are around the corner there you are the back
of another man's head there you are behind that door my eyes strain to see
I've taken your humanity and love
I've extracted pure ketamine from your attention
that leaves my heart exhausted I've bled
you dry and fed you to another
through my mouth a baby bird
says don't leave the nest you have more to give
while she about to forage starved
give me your love for me become my mirror
and I will fall into myself through you
but the image was distorted I’ve been ejected
rejected gasping covered in the white mucus
of the interior membrane you gave
me the experience of my own chemicals
that day when I was already too aware of my insides
I will forever remember the words spilling from your mouth in awe
you gave me an egg hollow as hope
that still hurt to crush
Writer's bio:
Flora Leask Arizpe (she/her) is a fourth year literature and philosophy student. More of her poetry and short stories can be found in publications such as Gutter and Interpret Magazine. She is inspired by writers such as Jorge Luis Borges, Juan Rulfo, Djuna Barnes, and Ursula Le Guinn